I hate the word "Emo." I believe it originated in music, but now it has come to encompass most any showing of emotion (mostly in the love/depressed spectrum) and generally has negative connotations. While it's true some people take them too far (A great deal of modern music drips angst to the extent I mentally writhe in pain when I'm exposed to it), trivializing all emotions with a derogatory label is just another step towards the spiritual void we're already slipping into. I'm half a Romantic (old school emo, look it up), so I guess I am bias, but I still hold to my belief that emotions, even of the depressed and regretful nature, are not inherently abhorrent. They should not be holed up inside where one only feels shame from having them.
While, in an ideal situation, one could twist his perspective to a positive, optimistic position on every issue, it's simply unrealistic. I can see the good in most things, but I can also see the bad. Ignoring one or the other is just a form of delusion. Recognizing the negative and elaborating on its consequences is not some despicable act. The reason many journal entries/music/art seems to be negative is because it's something that people feel they need to express and in some way expel. Happiness requires no outlet.
I don't know, Lee suggested my existential rants only serve to exacerbate my depression, but I'd argue that only numbing my mind or fogging it with love or enthusiasm are the only ways to avoid it. The more I wax existentialist, the more I think I understand, and the better I can write it. I think I can get across the existentialist angle quite well in my more creative endeavors (two in the novel so far). Of course, I try to demean it as I go because it is an ugly philosophy, but that doesn't mean it's not darkly beautiful.
Ah well. Off to bed. One final note to self: You're entirely too stressed. That is all.
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